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My parents stayed at a hotel in A/C this past Memorial Day weekend. The people in the room were loud. They kept getting beer delivered from room service. They started getting loud around 10. By much later they and the girls they had with them were running in the hallways and screaming. Why my parents just didn’t call security I don’t know. They shared the adjourning doors with these morons.

9 am – phone rings in drunk and passed out boys rooms. – Barbara – is that you

dpob – huh

sorry – wrong number

10 am – phone rings in dpob room –

bobby – bobby is that you – bobby answer me

dpob – huh

bobby – bobby wake up – bobby is that you – bobby are you awake

dpob – hug

bobby – wake up – bobby bobby bobby

dpob – ari – it’s for you

ari – huh.

and on the other end of the phone – my parents – laughing hysterically.

And no – we don’t know who bobby or barbara is. My mom is just good like that.

We got there and were waiting to go in. They give you times to get there. You can stay as long as you want, but you have a 1/2 hour window to arrive. We got there during our 1/2 hour window, just a week early. Oops. They let us stay anyway.

Then we went for food. And came home. I want to take a nap, but it’s 6:45 and if I take a nap, I won’t sleep tonite or I will sleep straight through and will wake up at like 3 and that just sucks.

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I could tell you how much I love my brother, how awesome he is. How much he cares about his family. How important he is to me. But I don’t want to get mushy.

I could tell you how he makes sure I’m ok. How he makes sure I get the new Buffy comics (graphic novels) How when he knows I don’t feel well he likes to make sure I feel better and will say he is worried about me. But I don’t want to make him seem that great

I could tell you that my brother is one of the most important people in my life and I care about him more then he realizes. But I don’t want to do that.

I could tell you that he is way smart and can fix a compter over the phone. Of course it involves a whole lot of yelling and me hanging up on him and then calling him back to fix my computer. But this isn’t about me.

I could tell you that I love my brother a whole lot. But nope, don’t want to do that either.

I will tell you that he’s 40. I will tell you he is married to an amazing woman. I will tell you that he helped give me 2 awesome and amazing nephews.

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I haven’t made it to the library just yet. I was gonna go Friday but I am babysitting. I may go Saturday but something may come up. Luckily I have enough books to get by.

So I haven’t been sleeping well. Or I have been. I’m not sure. I went to sleep the last 2 nights around 10 or so. Normal time. But I am not sure what time I actually fell asleep. Has that ever happened. I know I looked at the clock and it was 10 or so when I turned out the lights. I looked again and it was around 12 but I am not sure if I was sleeping the the 2 hours between. I usually sleep a dead sleep and do the Look at the clock, oh good 3 more hours til my alarm goes off and roll over but I don’t usually remember doing it. I know I slept, since I woke up, but I don’t know how long I slept. Unless I was out and it was a really good sleep.